The body of the White Crane True Monarch lay on the ground, blood gushing out from the severed neck, emitting a rich, fresh fishy smell that stained the young man's eyes red.

Ning kept his head down, like a shriveled ball, his knees pressed weakly against his broken neck, his tattered clothes stained with blood, shivering in the cold wind that galloped through the canyon. The crutched sword easily pierced the rock, sinking into the tip of the small half.

Ning maintained this posture for a long time, like a bloody killing statue.

The golden light in his pupils had been extinguished, but his injuries had not improved, and the originally suppressed aura turbulence had instead erupted, tearing his muscles, breaking open his skin, and pouring out continuously, instantly pouring him into a bloody man.

The two walls of the mountain were stained with sword marks, so clean that there was not a trace of snow, and the cold wind kept pouring in, as if to blow his blood cold.

In the Three Thousand Worlds, Zhao Xiang'er sat in front of the water mirror, and her white dress was spotless. The picture in the water mirror was like a giant knife that slashed into her eyes, she looked at it fixedly, not sad or happy, not very bright, just the blood flowing from the sword trough of the young man in the gorge, which seemed to flow into her eyes through the winding leylines.

Shi Yu stood beside her and looked at her nervously.

"Sister, why don't I go and see it for you?" Shi Yu said.

Zhao Xiang'er said softly: "No need. ”

Shi Yu looked at the people in the water mirror and felt that Master Pony was really in danger.

"Sister, don't worry, I will change my appearance, and promise not to let the pony see my family appearance. Shi Yu said seriously.

"......" Zhao Xiang'er's chin was slightly raised, her eyes fell on the blonde girl, and she smiled and said, "In your eyes, is he also such a person?"

Shi Yu thought to himself, isn't this an obvious thing...... Obviously, they have a family, and they are still messing with flowers and grass outside. If I were him, I would definitely hold Sister Xiang'er at home every day and not go anywhere.

"I ......" Shi Yu didn't know what to say, so he had to whisper: "Anyway, sister, don't be impulsive." ”

Zhao Xiang'er said softly: "No." ”

Shi Yu nodded and said, "Well, people like him should be taught some lessons, otherwise when my sister goes back and sees a group of wives and concubines, what kind of system will it be?"

Zhao Xiang'er didn't speak, just shook her head lightly: "Every time he has one more confidant, the bond between me and him will be lightened, isn't this what my mother wants to see?"

"What?" Shi Yu was slightly surprised when he heard this: "If my mother has this intention, what is the use of the previous marriage letter?"

Zhao Xiang'er quietly looked at the picture in the water mirror, looked at the dying teenager, and said softly: "I don't know." ”

As she spoke, the girl closed her eyes and waved her sleeves, scattering the picture in the water mirror.

"Shi Yu. She shouted.

"Sister. Shi Yu came back to his senses and immediately responded.

Zhao Xiang'er gently covered her right eye, and when her hand fell, a teardrop hovered between her fingers. She handed it to Shi Yu and said, "Let's make a rain." ”

Shi Yu's expression changed slightly, and he said, "How can this be...... My sister is not worth it for this. In another ten days, it will be the tempering of the Dharma World, and the opportunity of the Five Paths cannot be missed, and it is necessary to maintain the full heyday of the spirit and spirit. ”

Zhao Xiang'er didn't reply, but said, "You are a sister, I am a sister?"

Shi Yu bit his lip and was silent, and after a while, he reluctantly took the teardrop.

"Got it. ”

......

Secluded, unobservable.

In the temple where thousands of gods and Buddhas sit with golden lamps, in the curtain of flowing golden shadows, the viewer sits quietly as usual, and the wonderful figure rises and falls between the layers of curtains.

In front of her, there was also a misty mirror.

In the mirror is also the snow gorge, where the seven disciples of the former Taoist Temple are kneeling on the ground with scars, and the people and swords are red.

She just watched quietly, and the eyes that seemed to be able to see through the dust of the world did not add any color.

Outside the temple, the second senior brother with a heavy ancient sword on his waist crossed the thousand monuments and walked from the Shinto.

The senior sister in a green dress stood at the door, holding a sword in her backhand, and stopped in front of the temple gate.

The second senior brother looked at the senior sister and said seriously: "The senior brother is going to die." ”

Senior Sister said: "The master has not spoken yet. ”

The second senior brother frowned and said, "Although the senior brother is seriously injured, as long as we go, saving him is just a matter of hand, what is the master afraid of?"

The senior sister said: "Unobservable is not a real hidden world, the more traces left in the world, these clues will sooner or later point out where we are." ”

The second senior brother was silent for a long time, he restrained his usual smile, pressed the knife, and asked seriously, "Master's state is worse than we imagined?"

The master sister tapped her head.

The second senior brother asked again: "Compared to 700 years ago?"

The senior sister said: "It's much worse." ”

The second senior brother showed disbelief: "How can this be?"

Senior Sister sighed faintly.

She didn't believe it until that day when the Master told her that time had been retraced once.

Although the turbulent waves in my heart have calmed down, there will still be aftermath every time I think about it.

She wasn't even sure where she was at the moment.

"Shizun himself is also trying to solve the current problem, and I believe that Shizun can break through the dilemma. The senior sister said: "It's just now...... Many of the beings that we once regarded as ants will have to be re-weighed before the state of the master is restored. ”

"You mean...... Second Senior Brother's eyes narrowed, and his thumb on the rough hilt of the knife was clenched tightly.

The elder sister bowed her head.

The second senior brother glanced at the temple of the gods, and sighed softly: "It's all my fault for my clumsiness, when I was in Zhao Kingdom, I couldn't recognize the little junior brother, otherwise I would have brought him back at that time, and it would save so many women now from sucking his essence and killing his fighting spirit." ”

The senior sister didn't bother to pay attention to his nonsense, but said: "The little junior brother has his own creation. ”

"Creation?" The second senior brother smiled helplessly: "Isn't the creation of the little junior brother a woman, who is it this time?"

He was joking, but he never thought that Senior Sister really said, "The one in the Three Thousand Worlds." ”

The second senior brother frowned again: "The Vermilion Bird God is really not afraid of angering Bai Zang? The Three Thousand Worlds are vast, but after all, there is no real god in charge, and in the Bai Zang Year, it is just a boat floating on the sea, if Bai Zang wants to tear his face, it is not difficult to destroy the Three Thousand Worlds, but it will take some energy." ”

"Hakuzo won't do that. Senior Sister said.

"Why?" the second senior brother asked.

Senior Sister said: "Because Bai Zang doesn't care about what Suzaku wants to do, she has already won the heart of the Heavenly Hidden God, and she has no fear, and she may have only one goal at the moment." ”

The second senior brother asked, "We?"

"Hmm. Senior Sister said.

The two fell silent.

There was also silence in the temple.

The viewer could hear the discussion outside the temple gate, but she didn't care.

She watched silently at the shadows in the mist.

Ning Chang still knelt in the snow gorge, gradually getting cold in the torrent-like wind.

Above his head, a cloud suddenly floated.

......

Ning Chang was not sure if he would die.

The power of authority protected the heart vein, but he had previously blocked the blow of the White Crane True Monarch with the Shura Divine Record, and the meridians and points in his body were also disturbed countless times, and they were getting worse and worse, showing no signs of improvement.

The injury was much worse than I expected.

This is the sea of sword mountains and fire that separates the Purple Court and the Five Paths.

Ning Chang could hear his own heartbeat, and he could also feel the sudden tremor of his temples, and the tooth-aching sound of the wind kept passing past his ears, and the pain warned him of death with a tearing sensation.

In Ning's long-term vague consciousness, many memories that exist in fantasy outline its face.

In his memory, he mounted his horse and galloped across the grassland, bending his bow and arrows, with the sound of horses' hooves trampling the grass behind him, and a vague face on his side.

The sound of the horse's hooves was far away, the dragon chanted from the old age, like the embattled in the verses, the sun was like a hanging drum high above, thumping and slamming, and then, his body seemed to have become a drum, being beaten by people, and the heavens and the earth were ringing in unison.

There seems to be something boiling in the body, and it is about to break the lid of the pot and rush out.

Ning pursed his lips for a long time, his eyelids kept trembling, he didn't know where these memories came from, but when his consciousness was weak, they rushed out, like children and grandchildren who coveted his dying father's property.

Ning Chang tried his best to open his eyes.

He thought he had opened his eyes.

Raising his head, the sound of war horses whistling through the clouds sounded in the sky.

Boom Boom!

For a moment, Ning Chang thought he was blind. It was only after he had calmed down that he could see that there were nine suns hanging above him.

The sun cast a blazing light.

Golden glow flowed all over the land.

Heaven and earth are furnaces, and all things are fires.

He didn't feel the heat, faintly, he felt that in these seemingly dazzling sunlight, there was a faint, dark, ash-like, invisible blackness.

He wanted to banish these darkness wrapped in light.

So he stared at the sun and subconsciously put his hand on his waist.

He didn't find anything.

The sun began to set, accompanied by the noisy chirping of the golden crow.

He couldn't tell if it was illusory or reality, he just knew he was going to die. Suddenly, something blindfolded him, something light, misty, like a woman's sleeve. He couldn't see clearly, and he didn't know who the woman was, but he felt that it should be a beautiful picture.

In the snowy gorge, the sound of rain sounded in the dripping stream.

It was a cloud that flew from the sky, crossed the mountains and the sea, and came to the top of his head, pouring down the fairy rain like agar jade dew.

The cloud was only the size of his clothes. So this rain also fell for him alone.

Dusk came, and then night.

It rained all night.

Dawn surged in the sky, engulfing the snowy gorge like a tide.

Ning Changjiu opened his eyes.

Not dead...... He pulled himself back from his long dream.

Hakutsuru Makoto's body was already decomposed.

He held the sword in his hand, pulled it out of the crack in the ground, and ignited the sword fire, burning the body of the White Crane True Monarch to the ground.

He wasn't sure how he survived.

He touched his bare shoulder, the wound was still there, and it was full of scars. But his shoulders and back were also clean, and the dirty blood was washed away by the rain, as if someone had cried against him.

Ning Chang stood in place, silent for a long time.

He took some time to make his way and then walked towards the end of the Snow Gorge.

He walked for a long time, from early morning to dusk. Finally, he left the wilderness, and the sound of horses' hooves was faintly heard in his ears.

On the mountain road, a bright carriage drove head-on.

"Are you still carrying passengers?" Ning Changjiu asked, his voice a little hoarse.

The groom looked at him shirtless, covered with horrible scars, and his teeth chattered with fright, and he did not dare to speak.

Ning Changjiu took out a silver ingot out of nowhere, handed it to him, and then calmly walked into the carriage.

The groom touched the ingot and bit it, and after a long time, he asked in a low voice, "Where are the guests going?"

Ning Chang said: "Wherever I go, I just want to sit down." ”

The groom said respectfully: "I'm here to pick up people...... Relative, it's a small drama troupe, and if you want to send it to the capital, you can't delay it. ”

Ning Chang snorted and said, "Please." ”

The groom was about to speak, but he stopped.

Ning Chang said: "Don't worry, I'm a good person." ”

The groom thought to himself that you were not a good person, but he did not dare to question anything, and rode his horse and whip up the strange guest towards the front.

Ning Chang leaned on the bumpy carriage, closing his eyes and recuperating.

The groom drove the car uneasily, and after a while, the voice of the man in the carriage sounded dry again: "Do you have any clothes?"

......

Ning Chang put on a pale blue robe, which didn't fit, at least covering up the injuries all over his body.

The back of his head rested on the wooden wall of the carriage, quietly thinking about something, as if he was pretending to sleep.

After a long time, he opened his eyes with a whisper: "Master, who are you?"

When he opened his eyes, he found that there were three more people sitting in the carriage, all three of them were ordinary people, an old man and two children, so ordinary that his divine sense did not alert him that someone was coming.

The old man was pulling a box, the boy and the girl were about eleven or twelve years old, they hid in the old man's left and right hands, and looked at Ning Changchang with fear.

Ning Changjiu took the initiative to speak, like an ordinary person, and said, "Are you going to sing?"

The old man listened to his gentle words, became less vigilant, and nodded: "The troupe in the city is short of manpower, and I have known them for an old time, so I took two apprentices to help them and train them by the way." ”

Ning Changjiu nodded and said with a smile: "The two apprentices of the old man are good embryos. ”

When the old man heard this, his mood improved a lot, and his impression of this person who appeared in the carriage had changed.

"You're a scholar, aren't you?" asked the old man.

Ning Changjiu shook his head lightly and said, "I haven't read any serious sage books. ”

The old man frowned as he looked at the wound on his neck.

Ning Chang said with a smile: "I met a tiger in the mountains, fought a fight, and almost died." ”

"Tiger?" The little boy's eyes lit up: "What a tiger, brother, are you a chivalrous man?"

Ning Chang said: "Being able to kill a tiger cannot be called a chivalrous man. Hunters can also kill tigers. ”

The little boy said seriously: "That hunter is also a chivalrous man. ”

Ning Chang smiled silently.

The little girl's cough sounded suddenly, she had not spoken before, as if she was afraid of alarming the young man, she had been holding back the itch in her throat, and now she coughed out in one breath, bent over, and her little face wrinkled in pain.

The old man looked at her and sighed.

The little boy hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, when you get to the city, grandpa will take my sister to find a good doctor, cough is not a serious disease, it will definitely be cured." ”

The little girl hummed vigorously and coughed again.

Ning Chang glanced at the little girl and asked, "What are you going to the capital to play?"

The old man replied: "It's not easy to do the first drama these days, everyone can act whatever they like to watch." Recently, there has been a new class drama, playing the story of the most popular young chivalrous in recent times. ”

"Young knight?" Ning Chang asked.

The old man smiled and said: "Yes, it's the one named Zhang Jiu, now his deeds and origins are being circulated in the market, many teams have set up the stage to sing, our book is slow to write, we have to hurry up the rehearsal, otherwise when this wave of craze passes, the money will not be easy to make." ”

"Zhang Jiu......" Ning Chang pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I haven't heard much about it, I don't know what the deeds are." ”

"Alas, the disciples of the famous immortal family, how do we old men know, it's nothing more than writing about the emperor's golden flat dan, the white steamed bun of the concubine Niangniang, relying on this to amuse our parents and make some living money. The old man said.

Ning Chang said: "Can I take a look at the book?"

The old man didn't refuse, handed over the script, Ning Changjiu took it and flipped through it, only to see that the stories written on it were very old-fashioned, and it looked like a template, but the protagonist's name was painted and replaced with a new one.

In this story, Zhang Jiu was born in a poor family, his parents died, and there was a childhood sweetheart, and later he found out that the childhood sweetheart was actually a dragon girl, and the dragon girl was trained in the world, and was finally taken away by the evil dragon and returned to his castle.

In the story, he is very single-minded.

Ning Changjiu pursed his lips and smiled quietly for a while.

"What's wrong?" the old man asked, looking at his smile.

"It's very well written" Ning Changchang said: "It's just that this one is too infatuated for a long time, and on the way to find people, I think I should meet some confidants, so that the story will be interesting." ”

The old man frowned and said, "Immortal couples, since they live and fly, they look together." Get three wives and four concubines, what are you talking like? It's not the filthy rich merchants and aristocrats in the mortal world. ”

Ning Chang was stunned for a long time, and said with a dumb smile: "The old gentleman has taught a lesson." ”

As she spoke, the little girl coughed again.

The old man comforted the little girl for a while, then put away the script, and the carriage gradually drove into the city, and the sound of gongs and drums came from afar, and the old man also came, humming a few words casually.

Ning Changjiu asked, "What is the gentleman singing?"

The old man said: "Some myths and stories that have been passed down are nothing good to hear. ”

Ning Changjiu smiled and suddenly said, "I've arrived." ”

As he spoke, he rolled out the curtain, and before leaving, he reached out and patted the little girl's head gently.

When the little girl came back to her senses in ignorance, the figure of the elder brother was already far away.

On the empty wilderness, the white rainbow hung high, and Ning Chang stepped on the sword of the Sword Pavilion under his feet, walking in the sky at a speed much faster than when he came.

He looked at the sky.

Faintly, he seemed to see the clouds in his sky being lifted, revealing the glittering brilliance of the glass behind them.

Ning Changjiu knew that it was the Five Paths.

He had truly reached the peak of the Purple Court and had touched the threshold of that mysterious realm.

This is where he came at the age of sixteen in the previous life.

But Ning Chang believes that he can go further now.

It's just that the White Crane True Monarch failed to help him break through the realm.

He still lacks an opportunity.

......

......

Time is half a month in the blink of an eye.

Ancient Spirit Sect.

Ning Xiaoling sat on the throne, wagging nine big fluffy tails, and her skin looked beautiful and majestic.

The paw of her left hand grasped the small bamboo tube, and the paw of her right hand grasped the book left by her senior brother, comparing them one by one.

Si Ming walked slowly from outside the hall, and Ning Xiaoling suddenly retracted his tail and sat upright.

The weather is getting warmer, the window is full of spring, Si Ming's dress is also very spring, she is wearing a thin robe, the robe is close to the outline, high slit, revealing slender and tight jade legs, the whole robe only has two buckles on the side of the right waist, and there is nothing else inside, there is a feeling that it will be stretched at any time.

This is Si Ming's nightgown on weekdays, and she often wears this back and forth in the palace where Lu married and Ning Xiaoling.

Ning Xiaoling's ears were red and her heart was beating, and she didn't dare to look at her more.

Si Ming asked, "How is the comparison?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "It's almost! According to the list compiled by the senior brother, I got it all right, huh...... There are still four sects that are the farthest away from each other that have not yet been delivered, and I want to be able to arrive within a month. ”

Si Ming walked to her side, sat down gently, folded his legs barefoot, took the list and scanned it, and said with a smile: "These sects are unexpectedly obedient, so it's okay, you can save a lot of trouble." ”

Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously: "Sister Si Ming's reputation as the fourth in the world is so loud, and with the prestige of Senior Brother, I don't think they have the courage to be disobedient...... My sister and brother complement each other, and both are indispensable!"

Si Ming rubbed her ears with a smile and said, "In the past two months, Xiaoling has learned very well. ”

Ning Xiaoling blinked her eyes and said, "I really like my sister." ”

Si Ming helped her brush her soft hair, and said, "In the future, Xiaoling will change back, and she will not be a little fox who can be touched by her sister every day." ”

Ning Xiaoling was overjoyed in her heart, looking forward to that day. She said sincerely: "Although the winter has passed, I will always be a warm little scarf around my sister's neck." ”

Si Ming's eyes were like a crescent moon, she looked at Ning Xiaoling, and said, "Xiaoling is much more sensible than your master." ”

"Master......" Ning Xiaoling was so aggrieved that she didn't want to speak.

Master, this half month is really pitiful.

If the senior brother doesn't come back, he will ......

In the middle of her thoughts, Ning Xiaoling's neck was grabbed by Si Ming, she put the girl fox on her shoulder, Ning Xiaoling skillfully wrapped around her jade neck, and her plush face rubbed against Si Ming's immortal face. Then he stretched out his paws and put them on the fragrant shoulders of Sister Yu Nen, and kneaded them with appropriate strength.

Si Ming liked this feeling very much.

They strolled into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Lu Wedding was practicing swords among the splendid pear blossoms, she was still dressed like snow, and her face was beautiful.

The aura did not move, the sword light flickered, and on the pink wall full of pear blossoms, the clear shadow of Lu Marrying and Marrying was changing, and it was graceful, as if it was going to ride the wind at any time, full of fairy spirit.

Si Ming looked at it, and his expression was a little stupid.

Lu Married stopped dancing the sword, stopped to look at Si Ming, and said a little crampedly: "Sister Xueci is early." ”

Si Ming nodded his head: "The swordsmanship of marrying my sister is getting more and more beautiful, and I want to be among the five realms just around the corner." ”

Lu married and said: "My sister has praised it, but there is still a lot of heat." ”

Si Ming smiled and said, "Sister doesn't have to be humble. ”

Lu Zaimari looked at the little fox on her shoulder, bit her lip, her eyes were shining, and she said in a low voice: "I've been in a hurry recently, the room hasn't been cleaned up yet, and the sword has been practiced, so I'll go clean up the house first." ”

Si Ming said: "What are you doing cleaning up the house? Do you think that your wicked husband is coming back, so you are waiting?"

Lu Zai's cheeks were slightly red, she glared at Si Ming, and said, "What nonsense is my sister talking about?"

With that, she turned away angrily.

"Don't go. ”

Si Ming grabbed her.

She didn't grab her hand, but grabbed something through her lower skirt - it was the tail hidden under the snow-white dress.

......

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